All posts tagged: Family

love. eggs. and the beauty of having to wait for both.

I have a favorite breakfast: sunny-side up eggs with a side of toast. Nothing fancy. It began when I was a girl. My father would wake my brother and me and woo us down to breakfast with the promise of something nice. One day it would be these happy little eggs. Another day maybe it was a frittata with some leftover potato and onion. The days he had a little more time, he would spread margarine on sliced bread and bake it in tin foil until the edges crisped and the centers mellowed. He called this simply: heated bread. Some mornings he didn’t cook. On these days we’d come down to find a paper bag filled with fresh sugar doughnuts. Not powdered sugar but ones with little rock sugar crystals that crunched with each bite. I’m sure his mornings back then were busy. I’m sure he didn’t always want to get up so early so he could think about what to make; then take the time to make it. But he did it anyway. I think …